CHAPTER 007

June 19, 2013.

I thought it would be easy to get over that, but it wasn't. How wrong I was, I honestly feel sorry for others.

I blocked Mathías in all my social networks and then Bastián came to block me like all his relatives did, I am just one more pawn that they reject. Now I don't have friends, to tell the truth I never had them, the only one was him and I hurt him.

How is it to be expected from all this madness and I don't go out a lot anymore, I go to the institute only if it is fair and necessary, I am grateful for having been the best average because I would not bear all the rudeness that I have received from the Saabagh. I haven't seen Bastián anymore, I see Mathías every time I have to go to class and without being able to believe it I feel absolutely nothing for him, the happy love that according to me it was just an illusion or maybe it was my brain that I wanted hide my real feelings towards the right person.

In a few weeks it will be my graduation, the prom will be held tonight, which I will not go to, anyway I took advantage of distracting myself by packing for the move that would be in less than a month. July 5 would be my graduation and on July 7 I would go with my father to Chicago, my mother would stay here in California so I would visit her on vacation days.

In the urbanization the noise is heard, some are already graduated and others are about to have their party in a few hours, I imagined many things for this moment and lately I have to sigh not to break into tears, it is depressing not to go to the dance or enjoy of your graduation.

I'm not going for the simple reasons that Bastián's family strictly forbade me.

Apparently Bastián had left the country, from what I heard he was in Spain. His father has come to tell me that he does not want me to go to either of the two occasions for his well-being, since he tried very hard so that he could come.

Although it was sad I could not defend my right, but the saddest thing of all was not that, but the most appreciated day for me I would not see that smile that made me shudder so much.

To all this I had a doubt, my parents would not let me see Bastian's parents without their supervision, how could Mr. Brando come without prior notice? I know he could do whatever he wanted, after all he almost owned half of Switzerland and he was already here in the United States as one of the best entrepreneurs. But the difference here is that he has at least always respected my father's will.

Yesterday he broke it, why did he do it now and not before? I realized that he could have asked my parents, but none of them emphasized the issue, it was as if they did not know.

Days ago Blake made a half-hearted comment about my mother.

"Rose is a whore."

"Are you talking about my mother?" I ask defensively.

He smirked, to which he was about to reply, Brooke stops him.

"Shut up Blake, respect Lette. She's not to blame, besides if it weren't for her, Bastian's would be very different from what it is now." He looks at me but then lowers his gaze.

"Yes, I know, but now we are going through hell because of his fever. Everything has gotten out of control!" he yells angrily and leaves.

She was totally confused, I know that I was the one who hurt Bastián's with my changing hormones, but I didn't have the right to call my mother a whore.

And now that I think about it, they said it for something else, I wanted to know what was happening and I would know it from my mother's mouth. Because I wouldn't believe that story that my father would let Mr. Brando come threatening me so I wouldn't go to graduation. This is the work of my mother I knew.

My father works in the Imperial SVA Int company, if the company belongs to the Saabagh, my father has worked for a long time in the branch that is here in California and has done very well for his good performance, it was my father that I met Bastián is funny that, that day was not the best of Bastian or his family.

I had already showered so I just waited for my parents to show up to have my own dance. I have always liked my parents to please me in things that are so meaningful to me.

I hear the bell ringing, so I go down to see who it is, they ring again and I rushed to open.

"It's coming, wait." I immediately open the door, leaving me stunned.

He is imposing with his black suit that is tight to his body, it fits him perfectly. I had always seen him in a suit, but did not understand why now he saw him more different than before, I only know that something in him was changing.

"Will you let me pass?" Bastian says with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh yeah ... Come in. Do you want you?" I say nervously, running over the words.

He laughs, and I realize I told him if he wanted tea. God can't make me more of an idiot. He calmly passes into the living room, I close the door and it didn't take long for him to keep up with him.

"No, thank you." He says sitting on the furniture.

"You didn't go to the dance, why?" I ask directly.

He smiles again, but I don't know if it was uncomfortable or if he liked my way of getting to the point. The truth of the case is that he did not understand why he was here, had he escaped? I do not think that their parents will like the idea of knowing that their son was in my house and more with everything that has happened.

"If I went, I just got bored very quickly." he says looking at his cell phone.

"Your parents know that you are here?"

"Yes, don't worry," he says, checking his phone again.

"Well, my parents must be arriving. We will have a small meeting, it will actually be a small party." I say excitedly.

"Okay, have a good time. "I see how everything happens quickly." I have to go. "Without being able to stop him he gets up.

I see that his aura has changed to a cold one, he was no longer the boy who smiled at everything, it is so easy for him to change his mood at millions of thousandths a second, so much that sometimes I think he does it to confuse people.

"No, I mean I want you to be here, I'm inviting you." I get up too.

My hands are sweating and I don't understand why I'm acting this way. What the heck is wrong with me? He looks at me confused, but his petulant attitude is still the same, I try to smile at him to make him feel comfortable, maybe I made him feel bad saying the wrong words.

"No, I have to go, have a good time," he says bluntly.

It bothers me a lot why I do not want this to affect me so much, but it is doing it and it makes me feel vulnerable I do not want to feel that way, for weeks I no longer feel that I am the confident Colette that I used to be, nor can I smile like I did weeks ago. This is getting over me, but I would be incredulous to tell him what I'm feeling.

"Then why have you come?" I reproach, making my hands into fists, but he instantly retracted me. "No, you don't have to answer." He stares at me. "Come, I'll open the door for you." I say quickly. "

I almost run out the door to open it, I don't want him to be overwhelmed or anything like that. I was the one who hurt him, I must learn from my mistake, whether or not it is my duty.

"Goodbye Colette."

I don't answer, I just wave my hand, I give him a forged smile, then I close the door, covering my mouth tightly, I don't want him to hear my sobs, I've always been the strong one that today it's okay to cry, it's okay to feel broken.

He always wanted me to be there for him, to attend to him, to dedicate all my time to him. I did it because I loved him very much and I didn't like him losing control, apart from his father trying to control him in his own way and it only worked sometimes.

I was crying because he was part of my life, he is important to me, and although I made mistakes I tried not to damage him so when I think I am feeling something for a boy, Bastián only gets out of control for the simple fact that according to him I will not give him my attention with exclusivity.

He was selfish, before any human eye, they would believe that he is in love with me, years ago I learned that that was not the case, he was not in love with me, he just clung to the idea that I would be alone for him, but Bastián did not tell with the idea that I was human and felt like any living being.

I wipe my congested face, go to the living room bathroom and see that everything is fine.

I just have to take a deep breath, it may be the last time I see him, it will hurt but I will learn to live with it, because I must be honest with myself, he has a very promising future I only hindered.